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 Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
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