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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
UT,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.