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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
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