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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
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