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 Africa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.