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 Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.