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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.