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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance 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?
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.