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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the dance 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Magazine,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.