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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the disco 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
X-102,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.