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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Magma,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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