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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 John Holt to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.