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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the electroclash 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
The Gories,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.