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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
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