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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.