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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
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You don't know what you really want.
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