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 India and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the jazz 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
AZ,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.