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 Estonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.