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 Nigeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
10cc,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.