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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.