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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 DJ Sneak to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.