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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Pole,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.