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 Belarus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Nils Olav to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
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