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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Jacob Miller to the grime 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
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