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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Audionom to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
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