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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Faust,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.