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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
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