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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.