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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.