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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Star Department to the techno 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Can,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.