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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.