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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.