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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Yaz to the disco 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 Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.