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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
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