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 Botswana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.