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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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?
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.