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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.