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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Wings,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.