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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.