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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agent Orange to the rap 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Monolake,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
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You don't know what you really want.
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