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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
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