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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Joe Finger to the techno 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.