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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a clarinet 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.