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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Dead Boys to the punk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.