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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Radiohead to the grunge 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Wings,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
The Index,
The Standells,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.