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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
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