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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Can,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.