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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
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