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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
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