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 Chile and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
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