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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
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