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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
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