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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Quadrant to the techno 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Q65,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.