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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.