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 Croatia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
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