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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.