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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
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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.