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 Montenegro and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rotary Connection to the disco 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
The Index,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.