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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
The Move,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.