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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
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