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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.