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 Canada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Crime,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.