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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.