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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Index,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.