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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Magma,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
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