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 Eritrea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the jazz 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.