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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Wings,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.