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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
JFA,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.