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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
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