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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.