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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Evens to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.