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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.