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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Q and Not U to the funk 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.