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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
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