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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.