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 Fiji and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Icehouse to the rap 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Hoover,
New Order,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
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You don't know what you really want.
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