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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Easy Going to the grime 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.