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 Dominica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 guitar and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Swans,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.