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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
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