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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Pole,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
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