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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Al Stewart to the grime 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.