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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Nas,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
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