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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Smog,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Magazine,
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