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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
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