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 Monaco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.