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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Funkadelic to the jazz 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.