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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.