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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '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 The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.