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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Piero Umiliani to the funk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.