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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
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