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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
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