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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.