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 Laos and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
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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.