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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
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