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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 a-ha 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.