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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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