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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Shoche,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.