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 Algeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.