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 Greece and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Kas Product to the grunge 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Technova,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.