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 Micronesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.