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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.