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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.