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 Norway and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Little Man,
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