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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rap 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.