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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Busters 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions 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 techno 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
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Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
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