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 Ghana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 The Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.