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 Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Houston and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.