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 South Africa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.