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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Lagos and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
the Association,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
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