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 Pakistan 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.