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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
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