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 Togo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Nas,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.