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 Botswana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Franke,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.