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 Albania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.