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 Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Prince Buster to the grime 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.