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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.