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 Bahamas and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.