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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the funk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.