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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Mandrill to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an oboe 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.