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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
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