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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the jazz 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
CMW,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.