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 Australia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Index,
AZ,
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