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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.