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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T to the rap 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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