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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 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 synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.