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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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You don't know what you really want.
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