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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.