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 Argentina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.