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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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