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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
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