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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Bill Wells to the disco 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
The Index,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
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.