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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.