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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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