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 Gabon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 jazz 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Wings,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.