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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
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You don't know what you really want.
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