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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
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