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 Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Swans,
Smog,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.