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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
The Busters,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Fear,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.