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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Misunderstood to the dance 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.