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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.