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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.