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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.