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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.