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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
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