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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the punk 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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