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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.