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 Israel and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.