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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.