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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.