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 China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.