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 Haiti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 The Dead C to the rock 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.