i'm losing my edge.
yeah, i'm losing my edge. the kids are coming up from behind.
i'm losing my edge to the kids from france and from london.
but i was there.
i was there in 1968. i was there at the first can show in cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
i'm losing my edge to all the kids in tokyo and in berlin.
i'm losing my edge to the art school brooklynites in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia from the unremembered '80s.
i'm losing my edge.
i'm losing my edge.
but i was there.
i was there in 1974. the first suicide practices in a loft in new york city. i was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
i was there when captain beefheart 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 daft punk to the rock kids. i played it at cbgb's. everyone thought it was crazy.
we all know i was there.
i was there.
i've never been wrong. i used to work at a record store. i had everything before anyone.
i was there at the paradise garage dj booth with larry levan.
i was there in jamaica during the great sound clashes.
i woke up naked on a beach in ibiza in 1988.
but i'm losing my edge to better looking people with better ideas and more talent. and who are 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 the beach boys. all the underground hits. all the modern lovers tracks.
i heard you have a vinyl of every niagara record on german imports.
i heard that you have a white label of every seminal detroit techno hit from 1985, 86, 87.
i heard that you have a CD compilation of every good 60s cut. and another box set for the 70s.
i hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and you're throwing your computer out the window because you want to make something real. you want to make a yazz record.
i hear that you and your band have sold your guitars and bought turntables.
i hear that you and your band have sold your turntables and bought guitars.
i hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that i know.
i'm losing my edge.
Originally posted by chris stephensNot me, just had a couple bottles of wine and a nice quiet evening in doing a spot of gambling.
so who is drunk tonight?
remember dont eat yellow snow! for those in the southern hemisphere, watch where you swim!
Btw, what's the story with watching where you swim in the southern hemisphere? Has that got something to do with sharks, jellyfish, rips? Or am I just missing a joke?
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This is just my personal opinion, but if I found a bag of yellow snow I would spurn the gaggle of soccer moms that were rapidly approaching my location. I would hastily enter the cave at the foot of the mountain and proceed to build a yellow snowman in protest of soccer and mom being used together in the same phrase, and my snowman would fill me with the greatest hope and pride, allowing me to overcome the soccer mom army at the gate. My gosh, surely the sudden increase in morale would be enough to win the battle? After that, well, then I'd go home and plant a cherry tree.
Can someone explain the term soccer mom to me? I'm British and obviously too quaint to have come across such a phrase.
On the subject of yellow snow, I advise rubbing into someone's beady little eyes with a vigarous circular motion hitherto unknown to the people of this area, but destined to take the place of the mudshark in new mythology. Here it goes now, the circular motion! Rub it!