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 India and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
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