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 France and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.