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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.