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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Skaos,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.