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 Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
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.