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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
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