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 Armenia and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.