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 Finland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Wings,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.