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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the rock 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
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