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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nico to the dance 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.