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 India and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
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