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 Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
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.