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 Romania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.