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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
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