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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Can,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Gong,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Faust,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
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