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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.