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 Chad and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.