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 Kuwait and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the punk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.