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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Franke,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
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You don't know what you really want.
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