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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
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You don't know what you really want.
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