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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
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