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 Jamaica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Public Enemy to the grime 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
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