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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.