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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trojans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
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Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.