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 Tonga and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 X-102 to the techno 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
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