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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Index,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
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