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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.