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 Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the electroclash 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
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