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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.