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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.