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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 a-ha to the jazz 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
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You don't know what you really want.
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