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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
JFA,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.