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 Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Gong,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.