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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.