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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
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