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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Y Pants,
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