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 Yemen and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
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