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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Josef K,
Television,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.