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 Comoros and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Parry Music to the dance 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Television,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.