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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.