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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
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