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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.