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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
MC5,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.