Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.