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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
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