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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.