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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.