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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rapeman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.