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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Swell Maps to the techno 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Franke,
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