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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
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