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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Teasers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
The Litter,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.