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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Scion,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.