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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
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