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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.