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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Lalann,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.