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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 güiro 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 the Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
MDC,
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