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 Iceland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Holt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.