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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Terry Callier to the punk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
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,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.