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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.