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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.