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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.