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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
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