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 Thailand and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons 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?
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Can,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.