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 Andorra and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
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You don't know what you really want.