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 New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
UT,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.