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 Ghana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Franke,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.