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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
the Germs,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
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