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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.