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 Samoa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.