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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.