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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.