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 Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
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You don't know what you really want.
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