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 Cameroon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.