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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.