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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Liliput,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
The Wake,
Skarface,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.