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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Organ,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.