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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.