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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Pylon,
UT,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.