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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cowsills 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
10cc,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.