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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Freddie Wadling to the funk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.