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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
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