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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.