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 Italy and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.