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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.