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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.