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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bill Near to the rap 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.