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 Jordan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.