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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
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