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 Iran and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.