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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.