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 Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.