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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
DNA,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
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