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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.