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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.