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 San Marino 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
AZ,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.