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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
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You don't know what you really want.
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