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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.