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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.