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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fugs to the funk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.