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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Minnie Riperton to the dance 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.