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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk 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?
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Can,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.