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 Somalia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.