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 Niger 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.