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 Qatar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Negative Approach 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
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