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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
New Order,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Liliput,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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