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 Haiti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a snare 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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