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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.