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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Lalann,
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