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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.