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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.