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 Sweden and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.