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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.