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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez 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 Jeff Mills to the punk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
MDC,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.