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 Chile and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mighty Diamonds to the dance 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.