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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Prince Buster to the jazz 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
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You don't know what you really want.
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