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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
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You don't know what you really want.
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