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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the grunge 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.