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 Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.