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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
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