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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pagans to the rock 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.