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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.