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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.