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 Kenya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.