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 Panama and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.