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 Estonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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