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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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