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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.