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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.