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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fire Engines 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
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,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.