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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.