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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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