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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Can,
Darondo,
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