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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.