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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Happenings to the crunk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket 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?
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
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