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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.