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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Section 25 to the techno 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.