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 Pakistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.