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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
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