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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Mandrill 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.