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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
June of 44,
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