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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.