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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fela Kuti to the disco 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
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