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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.