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 Estonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.