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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Can,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.