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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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