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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.