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 Suriname and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck 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 grime 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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