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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Television,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Fear,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
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