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 Australia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.