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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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