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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.