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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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