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 Turkey and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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