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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.