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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yaz 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
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