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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most 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?
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
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