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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fad Gadget 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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