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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the rock 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.