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 Algeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Y Pants to the rap 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
the Association,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.