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 Syria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.