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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Davy DMX to the punk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
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