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 Belarus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.