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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the grunge 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.