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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Lalann to the punk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.