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 Belize and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
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