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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
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