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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Fear,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.