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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.