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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Arab on Radar to the funk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.