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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 The Remains to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.