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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Index,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.