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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Model 500 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Can,
Unwound,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
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