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 Panama and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 AZ to the rap 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
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