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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
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