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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.