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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Parry Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.