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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
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