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 Brunei and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.