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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 The American Breed to the techno 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 guitar 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
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.