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 Singapore and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 a 808 and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.