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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
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You don't know what you really want.