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 Korea South and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.