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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.