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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Avey Tare to the grunge 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.