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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.