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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.