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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Faust,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.