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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.