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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
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