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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Human League to the dance 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
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