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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
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