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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doors 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
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