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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the rock 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.