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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.