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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.