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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.