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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Wings,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.