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 Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.