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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
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