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 Barbados and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.