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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
UT,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.