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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cure to the jazz 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
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