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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Swans,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
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