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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moody Blues to the dance 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and an organ 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.