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 Mali and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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