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 Egypt and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
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