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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Altered Images to the dance 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
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