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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.