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 Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ossler to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.