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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.