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 Turkey and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
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