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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the funk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
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You don't know what you really want.
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