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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
ABC,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
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