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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Al Stewart 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
the Association,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.