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 Togo and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.