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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fela Kuti 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
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