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 Jordan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lungfish to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Deakin,
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