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 Samoa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the rap 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
UT,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.