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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.