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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Yellowson to the disco 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.