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 Grenada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.