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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Althea and Donna to the rap 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Wire,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.