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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the funk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Japan,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.