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 Canada and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Index,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.