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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a mellotron 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.