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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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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.