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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
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,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.