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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Dead C to the rap 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.