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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.