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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.