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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
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