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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 the Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
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