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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Rakim,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
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