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 Estonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.