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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Bar-Kays to the techno 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.