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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Cramps,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
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