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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delta 5 to the disco 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.