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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.