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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.