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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Scion,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.