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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
CMW,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.