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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the rap 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Crime,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
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