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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.