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 France and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.