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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an organ 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.