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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
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