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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 Tehran and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.