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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Black Bananas to the jazz 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
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