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 Cambodia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grunge 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.