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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.