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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
UT,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Crime,
The Sound,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.