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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
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