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 Libya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
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You don't know what you really want.
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