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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fire Engines to the grime 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.