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 Poland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the funk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
JFA,
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