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 East Timor 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the rap 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.