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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Can,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.