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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
The Sound,
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