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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
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