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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.