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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.