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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.