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 Venezuela and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.