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 Mali and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.