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 Kiribati and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 The Electric Prunes 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.