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 Peru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.