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 Gambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.