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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.