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 Cuba and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Subhumans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.