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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.