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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Grey Daturas to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
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