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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Schoolly D to the rock 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.