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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.