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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.