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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
the Association,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
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