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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.