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 Lebanon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.