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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sherman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.