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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
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