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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
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