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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.