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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Camouflage to the dance 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.