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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Thompson Twins 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.