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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Organ,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.