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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Shoche,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
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