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 Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neon Judgement to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
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,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.