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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lou Reed to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.