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 Fiji and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.