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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Robert Hood to the grunge 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
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