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 Jamaica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Fugs to the jazz 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.