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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
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