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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.