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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
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