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 Comoros and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Gang Green to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Brick,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.