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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
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