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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Ultravox,
New Order,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Fear,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.