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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pantytec to the techno 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.