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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.