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 Latvia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
The Slits,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
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