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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
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