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 India and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
AZ,
X-101,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
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