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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.