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 Gabon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Monks,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
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