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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Darondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
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