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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
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