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 Iraq and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a guitar 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.