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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
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