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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
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You don't know what you really want.
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