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 Burkina and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 X-101 to the funk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.