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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Yusef Lateef 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.