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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Intrusion to the punk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.