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 Belize and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Todd Terry 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.