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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
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