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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
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