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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.