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 China and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
cv313,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.