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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
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You don't know what you really want.