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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
June of 44,
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