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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Techniques to the grime 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a guitar 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.