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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.