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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.