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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Sound to the electroclash 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.