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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
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