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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.