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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the rap 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
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