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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Fugazi to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
MC5,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.