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 Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.