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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.