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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
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