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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scientists to the punk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.