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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Unwound,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.