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 Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
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