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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Roy Ayers to the grime 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.