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 Hungary and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 KRS-One to the techno 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.