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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Pole,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
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