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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Organ,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.