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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.