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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.