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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the dance 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.