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 Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Darondo,
Technova,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.