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 Gambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Organ to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Index,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.