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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.