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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.