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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
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