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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
The Vogues,
AZ,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.