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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-101 to the dance 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
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.