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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Scientists,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.