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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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