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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.