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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Charles Mingus to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Scion,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.