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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Nico,
Das Ding,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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