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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
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.