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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Desert Stars to the dance 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.