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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.