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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.