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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Deakin 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.