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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sex Pistols to the punk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
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