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 Ghana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Pole to the grime 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
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