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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Angry Samoans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.